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A/N: I hope some of you liked the first chapter. It'll get better, I promise. No one's reviewed yet though .

Chapter 2:

Inside the room, Greg and the boy were getting acquainted.

"Hey," Greg said, squatting down to the boys level. "My name is Greg."

The boy was silent. He was uncomfortable around strangers.

''Do you have a name?'' he asked.

''Shawn'' the boy finally answered after a few minutes that really felt like hours.

Greg nodded and looked around the room. It was full of baseball souvenirs, cards, and autographs.

''You play baseball?'' he asked as the boy stayed put.

Shawn nodded.

"I was never any good," he said, scrunching his face. "I could never hit the ball."

Shawn smiled a little at the face Greg made. "I'm good. I can hit the ball far," he told Greg.

"That's good," Greg assured the boy. "You know what I am good at?"

The boy shook his head, slowly opening up to Greg.

"I'm good at collecting evidence. Do you know what evidence is?"

Again, Shawn shook his head.

"It's like," Greg tried to think of something that Shawn would understand. "A puzzle. I collect all the pieces so that the police can see the whole picture."

"I like puzzles," Shawn responded.

Greg just nodded, as he started to examine the boy's shirt. "I like your shirt," he said.

"It's one of my favorites," he said.

Greg took a closer look, as the boy showed it off. The shirt looked clean, but he still wanted to brush it for fibers. "If I got you a new shirt, could I borrow this one?"

''Mr. Sanders, could you please explain to me what your doing?'' Riley asked standing in the doorway looking on in shock. Greg jumped.

''He likes puzzles'' Shawn shrugged.

"I'm doing my job," Greg answered, annoyed at her interruption.

"Why are you trying to take his shirt?" she was annoyed as well.

"It's possible evidence," he informed her.

She gave him a dirty look, but refused to admit she might have been hasty in her judgment. "Well, can you hurry it along? I'd like to get him out of here."

''Yea, whatever'' he shook her away.

Riley sighed and leaned against the doorframe watching Greg work.

''Did my mom and dad have to do this too?'' Shawn asked. Greg froze and looked at Riley.

Riley jumped and stood up straight. "The police men didn't talk to you Shawn?"

"The police men just told me to wait in here. Where are mom and dad?" he questioned.

Riley walked across the room to where Shawn and Greg were. She knelt down next to Greg, so that she was on Shawn's level as well. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about mom and dad right now," she said to him softly. "You just help Greg." Greg heard the question in her voice as she said his name. She looked at him and he nodded; she had gotten his name right.

Shawn just nodded as Greg continued to collect evidence.

Riley's phone rang. She looked at the number and groaned. If this was the fifth case that night, she had better get the next day off.

"Hello," she sighed in to the phone.

"Parrish, we got a hold of the boy's aunt," her boss told her.

Riley relaxed. She was glad it wasn't another case. It was always good when a family member was reached; it meant the child had someplace to go besides a foster home.

"Good. Is she willing to hold the child for the time being?" she sat on Shawn's bed holding her head.

Greg couldn't help listening to the conversation. He too was glad that the boy had a family member to go to.

"She's willing to take him for as long as needed, if it that means permanently," her boss replied.

"Good. Have her meet me at the hospital," Riley said and then hung up the phone.

She walked back over to Greg and Shawn. "Are you almost through? I need to get him to the hospital to have him checked out."

Greg finished brushing some fibers off of Shawn's shirt and then stood up. "He's good to go," he replied. "Am I going to be able to get his clothes at the hospital?"

Riley seemed annoyed by his question. "Yeah, I'll leave them for you."

"Thanks," Greg said, as Riley led the boy away.

She just waved her hand and left.

How rude, Greg thought